Turn to another, this shall slay them both :
Therefore, out of thy long-experienc'd time,
Give me some present counsel; or, behold,
'Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife
Shall play the umpire; arbitrating that
Which the commission + of thy years and art
Could to no issue of true honour bring.
Be not so long to speak; I long to die,
If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy.
Fri. Hold, daughter; I do spy a kind of hope,
Which craves as desperate an execution
As that is desperate which we would prevent.
If, rather than to marry County Paris,
Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself;
Then is it likely, thou wilt undertake
A thing like death to chide away this shame, That cop'st with death himself to 'scape from it; And if thou dar'st, I'll give thee remedy.
Jul. O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris, From off the battlements of yonder tower; Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk Where serpents are; chain me with roaring bears;
Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house,
O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling
bones,
With reeky shanks, and yellow chapless skulls;
Or bid me go into a new-made grave,
And hide me with a dead man in his shroud;
Things that, to hear them told, have made me
tremble;
And I will do it without fear or doubt,
To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love.
Fri. Hold, then; go home, be merry, give
To marry Paris: Wednesday is to-morrow;
To-morrow night look that thou lie alone,
Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber:
Take thou this phial, being then in bed,
And this distilled liquor drink thou off:
When, presently, through all thy veins shall run
A cold and drowsy humour, which shall seize
Each vital spirit; for no pulse shall keep
His natural progress, but surcease to beat:
No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou liv'st;
The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade
To paly ashes; thy eyes' windows fall,
Like death, when he shuts up the day of life;
Each part, depriv'd of supple government,
Shall, stiff, and stark, and cold, appear like death:
And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death
Thou shalt remain full two-and-forty hours,
And then awake as from a pleasant sleep.
Now when the bridegroom in the morning comes
To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead:
Then (as the manner of our country is)
In thy best robes uncover'd on the bier,
Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault,
Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie.
In the meantime, against thou shalt awake,
Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift;
And hither shall he come; and he and I
Will watch thy waking, and that very night
Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua.
And this shall free thee from this present shame;
If no unconstant toy, nor womanish fear,
Abate thy valour in the acting it.
Jul. Give me, O give me! tell me not of fear. Fri. Hold; get you gone, be strong and prosperous
In this resolve: I'll send a friar with speed
To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord.
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Nurse. See, where she comes from shrift with merry look. [you been gadding? Cap. How now, my headstrong? where have Jul. Where I have learn'd me to repent the sin Of disobedient opposition
To you, and your behests; and am enjoin'd
By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here,
And beg your pardon :-Pardon, I beseech you!
Henceforward I am ever rul'd by you.
Cap. Send for the county; go tell him of this;
I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning.
Jul. I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell;
And gave him what becomed love I might,
Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty. [up:
Cap. Why, I am glad on 't; this is well, -stand This is as 't should be.-Let me see the county; Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither.Now, by my life, this reverend holy friar, All our whole city is much bound to him.
Jul. Nurse, will you go with me into my closet, To help me sort such needful ornaments As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow? La. Cap. No, not till Thursday; there is time enough.
Cap. Go, nurse, go with her :-we'll to church to-morrow. [Exeunt JUL. and Nurse. La. Cap. We shall be short in our provision; 'Tis now near night. Cap. Tush! I will stir about, And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife: Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her; I'll not to bed to-night;-let me alone; [ho!I'll play the housewife for this once.-What, They are all forth: Well, I will walk myself To County Paris, to prepare him up Against to-morrow: my heart is wondrous light, Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd. [Exeunt.
SCENE III.-JULIET'S Chamber. Enter JULIET and Nurse. Jul. Ay, those attires are best:-But, gentle
I pray thee, leave me to myself to-night;
For I have need of many orisons ||
To move the heavens to smile upon my state,
Which, well thou know'st, is cross and full of sin.
Enter LADY CAPULET.
La. Cap. What, are you busy? do you need my
help?
[saries
Jul. No, madam; we have cull'd such neces-
As are behoveful for our state to-morrow:
So please you, let me now be left alone,
* Decide the struggle between me and my dis- And let the nurse this night sit up with you;
For, I am sure, you have your hands full all, In this so sudden business.
La. Cap. Good night! Get thee to bed, and rest; for thou hast need. [Exeunt LA. CAP. and Nurse. Jul. Farewell!-Heaven knows when we shall meet again.
I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins,
That almost freezes up the heat of life:
I'll call them back again to comfort me;-
Nurse!-What should she do here?
My dismal scene I needs must act alone.-
Come, phial.-
What if this mixture do not work at all?
Must I of force be married to the county?-
No, no;-this shall forbid it :-lie thou there.-
[Laying down a dagger.
What if it be a poison, which the friar
Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead;
Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd,
Because he married me before to Romeo?
I fear it is and yet, methinks, it should not,
For he hath still been tried a holy man :
I will not entertain so bad a thought.-
How if, when I am laid into the tomb,
I wake before the time that Romeo
Come to redeem me? there's a fearful point! Shall I not then be stifled in the vault,
To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes? Or, if I live, is it not very like,
The horrible conceit of death and night,
Together with the terror of the place,-
As in a vault, an ancient receptacle,
Where, for these many hundred years, the bones
Of all my buried ancestors are pack'd;
Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth,
Lies fest'ring in his shroud; where, as they say,
At some hours in the night spirits resort;-
Alack, alack! is it not like, that I,
So early waking,-what with loathsome smells; And shrieks like mandrakes' torn out of the earth,
That living mortals, hearing them, run mad ;*-
O! if I wake, shall I not be distraught,+
Environed with all these hideous fears?
And madly play with my forefathers' joints?
And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud?
And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's
bone,
As with a club, dash out my desperate brains?
O, look! methinks, I see my cousin's ghost
Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body
Upon a rapier's point :-Stay, Tybalt, stay!-
Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee.
[She throws herself on the bed. SCENE IV.-CAPULET'S Hall. Enter LADY CAPULET and Nurse. La.' Cap. Hold, take these keys, and fetch more spices, nurse.
Nurse. They call for dates and quinces in the pastry.+
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Get you to bed; 'faith, you'll be sick to-morrow For this night's watching. [ere now
Cap. No, not a whit; What! I have watch'd All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick. La. Cap. Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time; But I will watch you from such watching now. [Exeunt LA. CAP. and Nurse. Cap. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood!-Now, What's there? Enter Servants, with Spits, Logs, and Baskets. 1 Serv. Things for the cook, sir; but I know not what.
Cap. Make haste, make haste. [Exit 1 Serv.]-
Sirrah, fetch drier logs;
Call Peter, he will show thee where they are.
2 Serv. I have a head, sir, that will find out logs,
And never trouble Peter for the matter. [Exit.
Cap. 'Mass, and well said; A merry fellow !
Thou shalt be logger-head.-Good faith, 'tis day:
The county will be here with music straight,
Music within.
For so he said he would. I hear him near ;-
Nurse!-Wife !-what, ho!—what, nurse, i say!
Enter Nurse.
Go, waken Juliet, go, and trim her up;
I'll go and chat with Paris :-Hie, make haste,
Make haste! the bridegroom he is come already:
Make haste, I say!
[Exeunt.
JULIET'S Chamber; JULIET on the Bed.
Nurse. Mistress !-what, mistress !-Juliet!fast, I warrant her :
Why, lamb!-why, lady!-fie, you slug-a-bed!Why, love, I say!-madam! sweet-heart!-why, bride!
What, not a word?-you take your pennyworths Sleep for a week: how sound is she asleep!
I needs must wake her :-Madam, madam, ma-
Ay, let the county take you in your bed; [dam!
He'll fright you up, i' faith.--Will it not be?
What, drest! and in your clothes! and down
again!
I must needs wake you: Lady! lady! lady!
Alas! alas-Help! help! my lady's dead!-
O, well-a-day, that ever I was born!-
Some aqua-vitæ, ho!-my lord! my lady!
Enter LADY CAPULET.
La. Cap. What noise is here?
Nurse.
O lamentable day!
La. Cap. What is the matter?
Nurse.
Look, look! O heavy day!
La. Cap. O me, O me! my child, my only life,
Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!-
Help, help!-call help.
Cap. For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is come. [the day! Nurse. She's dead, deceas'd, she's dead; alack La. Cap. Alack the day! she's dead, she's dead, she's dead. [cold; Cap. Ha! let me see her:-Out, alas! she's Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; Life and these lips have long been separated: Death lies on her, like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field. Accursed time! unfortunate old inan! Nurse. O lamentable day! La. Cap.
Cap. Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make
me wail,
Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak.
Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and PARIS, with
Musicians.
Fri. Come, is the bride ready to go to church?
Cap. Ready to go, but never to return:
O son, the night before thy wedding-day [lies,
Hath death lain with thy bride: See, there she
Flower as she was, deflowered by him.
Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir;
My daughter he hath wedded! I will die,
And leave him all; life leaving, all is death's.
Par. Have I thought long to see this morn-
ing's face,
And doth it give me such a sight as this?
La. Cap. Accurs'd, unhappy, wretched, hateful
day!
Most miserable hour, that e'er time saw
In lasting labour of his pilgrimage!
But one, poor one, one poor and loving child,
But one thing to rejoice and solace in,
And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight.
Nurse. O woe! O woful, woful, woful, day!
Most lamentable day! most woful day,
That ever, ever, I did yet behold!
O day! O day! O day! O hateful day!
Never was seen so black a day as this:
O woful day, O woful day!
Pet. I will then give it you soundly.
1 Mus. What will you give us?
Pet. No money, on my faith; but the gleek: + I will give you the minstrel.
1 Mus. Then will I give you the serving-creaPet. Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger on your pate. I will carry no crotchets : I'll re you, I'll fa you; Do you note me?
1 Mus. An you re us, and fa us, you note us. 2 Mus. Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out your wit.
Pet. Then have at you with my wit; I will dry-beat you with an iron wit, and put up my
Par. Beguil'd, divorced, wronged, spited, slain! iron dagger :-Answer me like men:
Most détestable death, by thee beguil'd,
By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown!
O love! O life!-not life, but love in death!
Cap. Despis'd, distressed, hated, martyr'd,
kill'd!-
Uncomfortable time! why cam'st thou now
To murder murder our solemnity?—
O child! O child!-my soul, and not my child!—
Dead art thou, dead!-alack! my child is dead;
And, with my child, my joys are buried!
Fri. Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure
lives not
In these confusions. Heaven and yourself
Had part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all,
And all the better is it for the maid:
Your part in her you could not keep from death;
But heaven keeps his part in eternal life.
The most you sought was-her promotion;
For 'twas your heaven, she should be advanc'd:
And weep ye now, seeing she is advanc'd,
Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself?
O, in this love, you love your child so ill,
That you run mad, seeing that she is well:
She's not well married, that lives married long;
But she's best married, that dies married young.
Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary
On this fair corse; and, as the custom is,
In all her best array bear her to church:
For though fond nature bids us all lament,
Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.
Cap. All things, that we ordained festival,
Turn from their office to black funeral:
Our instruments, to melancholy bells;
Our wedding cheer, to a sad burial feast;
Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change;
Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse,
And all things change them to the contrary.
Fri. Sir, go you in,-and, madam, go with
And go, sir Paris;-every one prepare
To follow this fair corse unto her grave:
The heavens do low'r upon you, for some ill;
Move them no more, by crossing their high will.
[Exeunt CAP., LA. CAP PAR., and FRI.
When griping grief the heart doth wound,
And doleful dumps the mind oppress,
Then music, with her silver sound-
Why, "silver sound?" why, "music with her
silver sound?"
What say you, Simon Catling?
1 Mus. Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet Pet. Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck? 2 Mus. I say "silver sound," because musicians sound for silver. [post? Pet. Pretty too!-What say you, James Sound3 Mus. 'Faith, I know not what to say. Pet. O, I cry you mercy! you are the singer : I will say for you. It is "music with her silver sound," because such fellows as you have seldom gold for sounding :
1 Mus. We may put up our pipes, and be gene. a minstrel..
That I reviv'd, and was an emperor.
Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd,
When but love's shadows are so rich in joy!
Enter BALTHAZAR.
News from Verona!-How now, Balthazar ?
Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar?
How doth my lady? Is my father well?
How fares my Juliet? That I ask again;
For nothing can be ill, if she be well.
Ap. My poverty, but not my will, consents.
Rom. I pay thy poverty, and not thy will.
Ap. Put this in any liquid thing you will,
And drink it off; and, if you had the strength
Of twenty men, it would despatch you straight.
Rom. There is thy gold; worse poison to men's
souls,
Doing more murders in this loathsome world,
Than these poor compounds that thou may'st
not sell :
Bal. Then she is well, and nothing can be ili; I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none.
Her body sleeps in Capels' monument,
And her immortal part with angels lives;
I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault,
And presently took post to tell it you:
O pardon me for bringing these ill news,
Since you did leave it for my office, sir.
Rom. Is it even so? then I defy you stars!-
Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and paper,
And hire post-horses; I will hence to-night.
Bal. Pardon me, sir, I will not leave you thus: Your looks are pale and wild, and do import Some misadventure.
Tush, thou art deceiv'd;
Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do:
Hast thou no letters to me from the friar?
Bal. No, my good lord.
Rom.
No matter: Get thee gone,
And hire those horses; I'll be with thee straight.
[Exit BAL.
Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night.
Let's see for means :-O, mischief! thou art swift
To enter in the thoughts of desperate men!
I do remember an apothecary,
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And hereabouts he dwells,-whom late I noted
In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows,
Culling of simples; meagre were his looks,
Sharp misery had worn him to the bones:
And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,
An alligator stuff'd, and other skins
Of ill-shap'd fishes; and about his shelves
A beggarly account of empty boxes,
Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds,
Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses,
Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show.
Noting this penury, to myself I said-
An if a man did need a poison now,
Whose sale is present death in Mantua,
Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him.
O, this same thought did but fore-run my need;
And this same needy man must sell it me.
As I remember, this should be the house :
Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.-
What, ho! apothecary!
Enter Apothecary.
Who calls so loud?
[poor;
Rom. Come hither, man.-I see that thou art
Hold, there is forty ducats: let me have
A dram of poison; such soon-speeding geer*
As will disperse itself through all the veins,
That the life-weary taker may fall dead;
And that the trunk may be discharg'd of breath
As violently, as hasty powder fir'd
Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb. [law
Ap. Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's
Is death to any he that utters them. [ness,
Rom. Art thou so bare, and full of wretched-
And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks,
Need and oppression stareth in thine eyes,
Upon thy back hangs ragged misery;
The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law:
The world affords no law to make thee rich;
Then be not poor, but break it, and take this.
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Farewell; buy food, and get thyself in flesh.-
Come, cordial, and not poison; go with me
To Juliet's grave, for there must I use thee.
[Exeunt.
SCENE II.-FRIAR LAURENCE's Cell.
Enter FRIAR JOHN.
John. Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho!
Enter FRIAR LAURENCE.
Lau. This same should be the voice of Friar
John.-
Welcome from Mantua: What says Romeo?
Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter.
John. Going to find a bare-foot brother out,
One of our order, to associate me,
Here in this city visiting the sick,
And finding him, the searchers of the town,
Suspecting, that we both were in a house
Where the infectious pestilence did reign,
Seal'd up the doors, and would not let us
forth;
So that my speed to Mantua there was stay'd.
Lau. Who bare my letter then to Romeo?
John. I could not send it,-here it is again,-
Nor get a messenger to bring it thee,
So fearful were they of infection.
Lau. Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood,
The letter was not nice,+ but full of charge,
Of dear import; and the neglecting it
May do much danger: Friar John, go hence;
Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight
Unto my cell.
John. Brother, I'll go and bring it thee. [Exit.
Lau. Now must I to the monument alone;
Within this three hours will fair Juliet wake;
She will beshrew me much, that Romeo
Hath had no notice of these accidents :
But I will write again to Mantua,
And keep her at my cell till Romeo come;
Poor living corse, clos'd in a dead man's tomb!
[Exit.
SCENE III.--A Churchyard; in it, a Monu-
ment belonging to the CAPULETS.
Enter PARIS, and his Page, bearing Flowers
and a Torch.
Par. Give me thy torch, boy: Hence, and
stand aloof;-
Yet put it out, for I would not be seen..
Under yon yew-trees lay thee all along,
Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground;
So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread,
(Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves,)
But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me,
As signal that thou hear'st something approach.
Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go.
Page. I am almost afraid to stand alone
Here in the churchyard; yet I will adventure.
[Retires.
Par. Sweet flower, with flowers I strew thy
bridal bed:
Sweet tomb, that in thy circuit dost contain
The perfect model of eternity;
Fair Juliet, that with angels dost remain,
Accept this latest favour at my bands;
That living honour'd thee, and, being dead
With funeral praises do adorn thy tomb!
[The Boy whistles. The boy gives warning, something doth approach. What cursed foot wanders this way to-night, To cross my obsequies, and true love's rites? What, with a torch!-muffle me, night, a while. [Retires.
Enter ROMEO and BALTHAZAR, with a Torch, Mattock, &c.
Rom. Give me that mattock, and the wrenching iron.
Hold, take this letter; early in the morning
See thou deliver it to my lord and father.
Give me the light: Upon thy life I charge thee,
Whate'er thou hear'st or see'st, stand all aloof,
And do not interrupt me in my course.
Why I descend into this bed of death,
Is, partly, to behold my lady's face:
But, chiefly, to take thence from her dead finger
A precious ring; a ring, that I must use
In dear employment: therefore hence, be gone :-
But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry
In what I further shall intend to do,
By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint,
And strew this hungry chuchyard with thy limbs :
The time and my intents are savage-wild;
More fierce, and more inexorable far,
Than empty tigers, or the roaring sea.
Bal. I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you. Rom. So shalt thou show me friendship.-Take thou that: [fellow. Live, and be prosperous; and farewell, good Bal. For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout; His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. [Retires. Rom. Thou détestable maw, thou womb of death,
Gorg'd with the dearest morsel of the earth,
Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open,
[Breaking open the door of the Monument.
And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food!
Par. This is that banish'd haughty Montague,
That murder'd my love's cousin;-with which
It is supposed, the fair creature died,- [grief,
And here is come to do some villanous shame
To the dead bodies: I will apprehend him.---
[Advances.
Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague;
Can vengeance be pursu'd further than death?
Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee:
Obey, and go with me; for thou must die.
Rom. I must, indeed; and therefore came I
hither.-
Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man; Fly hence, and leave me ;-think upon these
Let them affright thee.-I beseech thee, youth, Heap not another sin upon my head, By urging me to fury :-0, be gone! By heaven, I love thee better than myself; For I come hither arm'd against myself: Stay not, be gone;-live, and hereafter sayA madman's mercy bade thee run away. Par. I do defy thy conjurations,+ And do attach thee as a felon here. Rom. Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy. [They fight. Page. O heaven! they fight: I will go call the watch. [Exit Page.
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Par. O, I am slain! [Falls.]-If thou be merciful,
Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet.
[Dies. Rom. In faith, I will:-Let me peruse this face;
Mercutio's kinsman, noble County Paris :
What said my man, when my betossed soul
Did not attend him as we rode ? I think
He told me, Paris should have married Juliet:
Said he not so? or did I dream it so?
Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet,
To think it was so?--O, give me thy hand,
One writ with me in sour misfortune's book!
I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave,-
A grave? O, no; a lantern, slaughter'd youth,
For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes
This vault a feasting presence ‡ full of light.
Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd.
[Laying PAR. in the Monument.
How oft when men are at the point of death,
Have they been merry? which their keepers call
A lightning before death: O, how may I
Call this a lightning ?-O, my love! my wife!
Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath,
Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty:
Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet
Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks,
And death's pale flag is not advanced there.-
Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet?
O, what more favour can I do to thee,
Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain,
To sunder his that was thine enemy?
Forgive me, cousin!-Ah, dear Juliet,
Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe
That unsubstantial death is amorous;
And that the lean abhorred monster keeps
Thee here in dark to be his paramour?
For fear of that, I will still stay with thee;
And never from this palace of dim night
Depart again; here, here will I remain
With worms that are thy chamber-maids:
here
Will I set up my everlasting rest;
And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars [last!
From this world-wearied flesh.-Eyes, look your
Arms, take your last embrace! and lips, O you
The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
A dateless bargain to engrossing death!-
Come, bitter conduct,? come, unsavoury guide
Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on
The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark!
Here's to my love!-[Drinks.] O, true apothe-
cary!
Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.
Enter, at the other end of the Churchyard, FRIAR LAURENCE, with a Lantern, Crow, and Spade. Fri. Saint Francis be my speed! how oft tonight [there? Have my old feet stumbled at graves?-Who's Who is it that consorts, so late, the dead? Bal. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows [friend,
you well. Fri. Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my What torch is yond', that vainly lends his light To grubs and eyeless skulls? as I discern, It burneth in the Capels' monument. [master, Bal. It doth so, holy sir; and there's my One that you love.
Fri. How long hath he been there? Bal.
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